ϟ GOLDENLUXURY "GOLDIE" ROUX ϟ
noun
ϟ the clash between the eye and the raging storms. ϟ the healing warmth of the sun and the raw brutality of the seas. ϟ the self-fulfilling prophecy and the stolen future. ϟ
"I AM GOLDENLUXURY ROUX."

The damage from the volcano had gone away almost entirely, the only hints of it being the darkened patches of sand, pieces of belongings that'd not been found during clean up, and, most of all, the regrowing jungles. This being said, the captain had put a lot less pressure on clean up the past two months due to the fact that there was not much more that the pirates could do besides wait. Nature will eventually fix itself and they'd already put in all the work they could. Besides, the rebuilding efforts had gone over well. They weren't so desperate for supplies and food anymore - that was for certain. That was her biggest priority when they'd returned, but now it is not really something to worry about. She still took it upon herself to patrol the territory, though, always keeping track of its progress. Though, on her walk today, she found a different smell to enter her scents. Peculiar.

The golden tiger moved herself towards it, her harpy eagle resting quietly upon her back. Lynn is alert, most likely looking for food in his old jungle home. The female paid little mind to his efforts, though, instead focusing on the mushrooms that'd appeared alongside Raziel and one of their new crewmates, Salem, notable by his pumpkin head. Reminds her of her old roommate, almost, though he was a ghost, not a pumpkin. Goldie would nod, agreeing with Raziel's comment about his skills. "Wish I had the ability m'self," the tall captain would state in her sharp voice, holding a bit of praise in her tone. She gives a smile, cold eyes looking over the scene. "Were you tryna' grow mushrooms?" she then asked curiously, head tilting. A jungle wasn't the wrong place to grow them, so it didn't seem too out of place.